Isabelle Lightwood Dress Novels & Stories

"Lately, he pretends to be devoted, saying he has to take responsibility for his fiancee, but he can't cut me off either. Pathetic. Oh, and these shoes? He bought them for me. He said I look especially hot in them." Just then, Celeste's phone buzzed. She glanced at the message and quickly wiped her eyes. Her bright smile returned as she said, "Alright, little fan. See you next time." I stood in the shadows at the corner of the rooftop, watching her throw herself into a familiar embrace. Theodore wore the dark gray coat I had given him, and a bouquet of white roses was on his car hood. He seemed so tender—yet like a stranger. I raised my phone, the camera trembling slightly.

She did not blame her friend. After the pain she went through, Isabella shut men from entering her world. All she cared about was her son and her job. Manuela picked up her phone and checked for a dress online. She ordered a duchess silk gown with tiny sleeves. It had a V-neck and was orange. “It will be here in a few minutes,” she said, as she swiped up. “While waiting, you can have your bath. I will select one of the heels and bag for you.”

she says calmly; Jasper giving her a reassuring kiss on her cheek. The two are in matching formal attire, Isabelle in a baby pink flowing dress with capped sleeves and a V-neck with a slit down the side. It compliments her shape, and the colour suits her fair skin and blonde hair. Jasper went for a simple charcoal suit with white shirt and a baby pink tie to match Isabelle. The pink really pops against his ebony skin.

She asked and her gaze drifted back to Cassian to see if he was looking at her or not but to her dismay he wasn't looking at her way. “Pretty much.” Isabella smiled at her. Jules giggled and rushed to try it on. While putting the dress on she thought, ‘Maybe, he’ll look at me this time. Maybe, he’ll say something nice.’ While she changed, Isabella wandered through the boutique, running her fingers along soft fabrics. “Bella!” Jules called from the fitting room. Isabella looked up and her heart melted. Jules stepped out wearing the silver gown. The skirt flowed like liquid starlight, hugging her waist and flaring like a frozen waterfall. Her eyes shone with hope, anticipation, and a touch of

"Does he have a manual somewhere? How to Dress Your Replacement Wife? I'd like to study it." Mrs. Windsor's expression didn't flicker. "Mrs. Isabella made similar jokes. Mr. Blackwood didn't find them amusing then. He won't now." She left. Elara ate slowly, her mind racing. A public appearance. Her first real test as Isabella Blackwood. If she failed, Alexander would make her pay. If she succeeded, she bought herself more time to figure out who was lying. The dress was blood-red, fitted, with a neckline that plunged dangerously low. She stared at herself in the mirror after putting it on. The woman looking back was a stranger. Poised. Elegant. Expensive.

she said and rolled her eyes. "I'm leaving." Isabelle announced while standing in front of the dinning. She wore a blue silk dress with slim straps. The dress hugged her body like a second skin and made her the sharp edges of her curves standout giving a full picture of her hips. She also wore a pair of silver high heels to compliment it. Her make up was really artful, she did a good job making it standout by parking her long hair in a neat bun. She looked extremely beautiful, Noah is really lucky to have her and she is also very lucky to have charmed him.

Three dots appeared. Then... Valeria: You’re not dressing like a schoolgirl to your own birthday party. Isabella exhaled slowly. Isabella: Then what do I wear? There was a pause. Then Valeria's message came through. Valeria: Check the black dress. The one with the deep neckline. Isabella hesitated. Slowly, she reached for it. The dress was… daring. Short. Very short. And the cut at the chest was deep enough to make her cheeks burn just looking at it.

I’m relieved when an omega brings us some Bloody Marys and I nearly gulp them down, but I feel much better after. Soon an army of omegas files into my room and everyone that is part of the ceremony is made up while I sit there and just take it all in. When the time comes to get dressed, Isabella appears in the light purple dress bag and when she pulls the dress out, all the ladies gasp. It’s a soft purple evening dress and I felt like a princess when I tried it on. As I stroke my hands over the material and look at myself in the mirror, I’m overwhelmed with emotion. Mostly gratitude that the moon goddess believed me worthy of such an incredible future.

On that evening, he had said certain things to her, then he had hurt her. Isabelle took her head in her hands. The pain was severe, but she had to find out what else she could remember. She started rocking back and forth feeling so vulnerable... Then she closed her eyes and saw herself, wearing a nice dress... the same one that was in her closet, at the ranch... At the party, she wore it and she matched it with some jewels that Marie had given her... very expensive...Yes… the jewels…

ZIRA - Day Before "I just want to look perfect when I find my mate," yelled my best friend, Isabella, while throwing more clothes over the fitting room door. The poor clerk did her best to catch them before they hit the floor. I gave up helping her an hour ago. Now I was buried under Isabella’s rejection pile, too lazy to move. "Alright, dress number twenty-one," Isabella yelled as I sat up, dropping the clothes to the floor. I looked up in time to see Isabella walking out wearing the most beautiful red dress.